Not so Wordless Weds. 47/52 Thankful

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This was first posted in 2017, but the feelings haven’t changed.
HAPPY THANKSGIVING, EVERYONE!

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Psst! (Deborah whispers):  over here. come closer. Closer. CLOSER!  I have a secret. It’s supposed to be wordless today, but I feel the need to talk a bit.  Would you mind terribly if I added words? Phew! I’m so glad you don’t mind! I just knew you were kindred spirits and would understand!

I would like to share one of my life’s mottoes with you, okay?  This is the one that keeps me humble.  Are you sure you don’t mind?  Oh, thank you!  I hope sharing it resonates with you. Okay, Here it is…

“There is always, always, always something to be thankful for.”
— Author Unknown

Count your Blessings! Reflect on the good things in your life, and move forward …ever forward with hope and faith. Believing always that it will all work out for the best.  Until next week be well…

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42 thoughts on “Not so Wordless Weds. 47/52 Thankful”

  6. Still a wonderful motto to follow! Perspective is key to me. Hope you and yours had a wonderful Thanksgiving, Deborah!

    Mmmmmm, that piece of pie makes me wish there was one more slice in my kitchen right now…. 😉

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  9. I am heading down your way to celebrate thankfulness with you. Our thanksgiving happens in October, but as you said eloquently, there is always something to be thankful for. A wonderful reflection and following conversation.

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  18. Happy Thanksgiving, Deborah! The event is not custom in the Netherlands, but as the unknown author says: There is always, always, always something to be thankful for. And that applies to the whole world.

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    2. What an absolutely delightful post, and timely, too! It reminds me of a story I heard as a little girl.

      It’s a story about an old gentleman, who lost all his family, his friends, his money, his job (when my parents first told me the story, they were much more eloquent in describing how despondent he was…). He decided he had nothing more to live for, and he took an orange to eat as he climbed up a mountain, planning to commit suicide. On the way up, as he was peeling the orange, he threw the peels on the ground (bio-degradable, he wasn’t littering :D), and saw that an old man was picking up the peels and eating them. He stopped, looked at that man and realized, that he had more than others: he still had the orange. He turned back and went on to live a merry life.

      Like your motto says: there’s ALWAYS something to be grateful for.

      I’m grateful to have found a kindred spirit!

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